With another gasp, she reached for me at the same time I wrapped my hand in her silky hair and dragged her forward. Our mouths collided as her fingers dug into my shoulders. She tasted like the white wine and jasmine rice she’d barely nibbled while we spoke. Her breath was hot with desire as she breathed against my lips.
“Clem,” I groaned, pulling her onto my lap.
She answered me with a desperate sound, her legs straddling mine as she slammed down onto my cock. Already rock hard at the first taste of her, the first soft sound of relief when we finally kissed after what felt like eternity without her.
The wobbly chair we both sat on now tipped backward, and I let go of her only long enough to grab the table and bring itback onto all four legs. As we slammed down, our mouths broke apart, laughter filled the quiet apartment, and she paused to run her fingers through my hair, then down the sides of my face. I took both her hands and held them tight, frowning to feel that her rings were no longer on her finger.
“They’re in a drawer,” she said, looking down at my hands grasping hers. “They made me—oh my God, your knuckles.” She ran her fingers over the mostly healed cuts and then stared straight into my eyes. “Jordie?”
“He’s never going to bother you again,” I said.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she nodded once. “Thank you.”
It was like we never broke apart. Her mouth was back on mine, her body grinding against me as she pressed down hard. I felt her smile as my cock pulsed against her heat, and I slid my hands down her back, easing her dress up her hips.
“It’s been too long,” I murmured, kissing the side of her neck as she let her head fall back.
Teasing my fingers under her panties, we both groaned as I pushed them into her slippery pussy. Shaking, she bit my lower lip, squeezing her legs around my hips. The rickety kitchen chair was about to give out, and I heaved myself to my feet, holding her tight to my body as I looked around.
Tightening her legs around my waist, she held on as I carried her, our mouths clamped together, into the small bedroom. The bed springs creaked as I tossed her onto it, the sound mingling with her laugh as she reached out for me. With my pants shoved down around my ankles, I fell on top of her.
“God, I missed this,” I said.
“Me too,” she admitted.
“So not just the morning meetings?” I teased, sliding my hands between us, underneath her panties.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as I eased my fingers into her wet folds and smeared her creamy juices around her swollen clit. She bit my shoulder, her hips rising for more. And I had more for her. So much more.
My cock was straining against her belly, urgently needing to be inside her tight cunt, and I held my breath as I worked her body. Watching her face as I brought her closer to orgasm, I let out the breath.
“Tell me,” I commanded.
“I want you,” she said, gasping for breath as I played with her.
“Not good enough.”
Her eyes slammed open, and she grabbed my hair. “It has to be,” she said. “Oh, please fuck me, Rurik.”
I laughed at the instant change from tough to pleading, and my cock responded to her urgent moan as she writhed against my hand. “Not until you come,” I said.
“Always have to be in charge,” she muttered, but it was cut off by her cry of pleasure.
Pushing my fingers deep inside her, I felt the spasm, groaned, and rose up to center the dripping tip of my cock against her. With shaking hands, she gripped my shoulders, yanking at me.
“Hurry,” she begged.
“Now who’s the bossy one?”
But I gave her what she wanted. As always. And it was what I needed, away from her for too long. Not another day,not another minute. I plunged my cock hard inside her, my wild growl drowning out her feverish pleading for more. This woman was mine. Of course, she’d get more. Every last breath in my body was hers.
Holding on, I rolled onto my back, dragging her with me. With a smile and a toss of her head, she rose up, pulling her dress up over her head as she rode me. The moment her perfect tits were on display, I reached to tweak her nipples, watching her face as she moaned and writhed on top of me.
“You think I’m in charge,” I said, trailing my fingers down her sides.
She gasped and leaned down to kiss me, understanding my meaning. Growing feverish, she rode harder and faster, rough little moans peppering each bounce. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and even though it would have been a great way to die, I wanted a long life with Clem.
More of this, more of everything. We had so much more to do together. She was barely holding on to herself, the hair at her brow damp with sweat, her lips parted as she ground against me.